Ushijima posting post workout photos to record his progress and not registering that there’s people out there getting off to his pictures

Reader joining Shiratorizawa and being so absolutely terrified of Ushijima that ever time he stalks toward you, you trip and fall or start crying and he’s so confused and feels so bad. He just wants to introduce himself.

talking about my beloved’s hands

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ushijima’s hands are rugged, calloused and way too big for his own good. the veins lining his skin are a reminder of his athletic lifestyle. he rarely wears a ring, but ever since you’ve told him that you like rings on hands, he’s been wearing a very delicate silver band in his middle finger.

you think about how these hands, are the same hands that hold you when things get rough, when you feel like you can’t breathe, when it’s all breaking down and you can feel yourself falling in the cracks. ushijima always manages to pull you out.

these are the same hands that feed you when you’re tired or give you a bath on a rough day, massaging circles in your back, wiping tears from your face. they hold you in your worst times, when all is lost, when you feel like it doesn’t matter anymore. the same hands you clutch when in fear, afraid of whatever bad that will befall you.

these are the hands you can’t spend a day without and it kills you when ushijima is angry and doesn’t let you hold them. untangling you from himself and you feel like you’ve been sentenced to hell on earth.

these are the same hands that you hold whenever you’re happy and everything seems to be going right. when you’re walking to the park, when you come back home from a good day, when you can’t help but ramble on about how much you’re closer to achieving your dream.

these are the same hands that you can’t help but kiss before going to sleep at night, kissing lining his knuckles. ushijima always cups your face and pulls you closer for another kiss.

these are the same hands that hold you like fine china, as if you’re the only thing that has ever mattered, as if you’re the only reason why ushijima continues to breathe and the only reason why he stays sane for so long. the same hands that trace your skin as if you’re Aphrodite in human form.

these are the same hands that you want to hold forever, that you hope to spent eternity with and if life ever gave you a chance, you’d do it all again.

hq boys (iwaizumi, ushijima, tsukki, kuroo) in the winters.

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iwaizumi

• oh boy you best believe, he won’t let you go out of the house without seven layers, ear muffs, mufflers, gloves. he’ll even get you to keep a small heater in the car and take it to work because he does NOT want you getting sick at all
• if you do fall sick, you will never hear the end of it. “i told you you should have worn more layers!”
• also takes pictures of you in the snow omg </3 but he doesn’t let you stay out for too long and drags you inside for hot chocolate.
• after you take a shower, he’ll be waiting outside the bathroom with a hair dryer, and the heater already on. will also buy matching pajamas to keep you both warm.

ushijima

• ushijima himself does not feel cold but whenever he sees you, he brings a big blanket, wraps it around you and then also wraps his arms around you. in a nutshell, he will use this opportunity to cuddle you to death
• he gets up in the morning and puts warm water in a hot water bottle and makes a cute little bag with different teas/instant coffee you can add to it. he’ll also add some warm cookies to it for you.
• is absolutely be shocked when you hit him a snowball and proceeds to pick up a buttload of snow and dunk it on you, grinning about how you asked for it
• if you ever tell him you’re cold, he’s going to offer you his jacket RIGHT there and then and he’ll take you home or back the car so that you can be warm

tsukki

• ok tsukki always lies about not feeling cold like bruh who are you kidding you’re literally SHIVERING
• and now you have to baby him into wearing socks and that means buying dino socks. he has big oversized jackets and he makes you snuggle with him. he never gets up from bed and will also force you to stay in.
• as much as he hates getting of bed, he’ll make you soup while grumbling about how you better be thankful that he loves you.
• he also loves it when you take hot showers with him [not in that way] but it’s just so intimate and both of you can just slip under the covers afterwards.

kuroo

• he’s cold and that means you’re cold. he’s going to make you wear fifty layers but that doesn’t mean he also won’t drag you outside for a snowball fight, making snowmans and snow angels
• kuroo is already very touchy-feely and in the winter, he never leaves you alone. absolutely to the type to say, “c’mere, let me warm your hands.”
• he uses this opportunity to kiss you because he thought your lips were freezing and starting to get blue [he’s lying]
• also he has some family hot chocolate recipe which is LITERALLY BRILLIANT and I swear you can taste the love he made it with.

ushijima things I was thinking about

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his hands are so large and calloused and yours are so small and soft that he loves it,, especially when you caress his face. your touch feels so warm to him. and because of your small hands, ushijima doesn’t let you hold anything [it happens unintentionally], always saying ”let me hold that for you, darling.“ his hands somehow always know the right place to be, like rubbing circles on your back, giving you headpats or playing with your hair >:(

ushijima cooking! he’s! an! amazing! cook! He wears a cute little apron with cute little animals on it,, asks you to come in and taste his food, as he blows on the spoon for you to try a bite. imagine a dinner date with him in the winter,, where both of you are huddled together to have warm soup with ramen.

ushijima giving shoulder kisses!! he loves pressing kisses to your shoulders and even your knuckles. when you’re cuddling, with your back on his chest, he always whispers such sweet things like, ”i love you baby” or “make me feel like ’m on top of the world.“ and if you’re watching some soapy tv show, he laughs in your ear and ushijima’s laugh >>> or whenever you cling to him during a scary movie, he grins.

ushijima absolutely tries to not crush you with his body weight but some days he’s so tired from his matches, he just collapses on top of you,, inhaling your scent [not in a creepy way, it makes him feel at home]. you always smell like the sense of belonging he needed, he doesn’t know how to explain it.

he steals glances at you whenever you’re not looking. especially during his match, right before his serve, he just looks at you because it’s somehow calming. whenever you’re trying to focus, you can feel his gaze burning into you. he looks at you so intently, memorizing all your features. he just can’t help but fall in love all over again.

absolutely the type of person to not let you walk on the side closer to the road,, he always shelters you and his grip on your hand is so tight on whenever you’re in a crowd because he doesn’t want you to get lost >:( will even carry you on your back or make you walk ahead of him.

speaking of a relative height difference, he always finds it so cute that you have to stand on top of things to tie his tie or reach his belongings. the type to lean against the doorframe and watch your frame struggle until he realizes he has to help. if you’re taller than him, he is so fascinated that he places things higher on purpose to see you reach out for them because he thinks it’s so cool??? like! you see the world like him?

he motivates you to become the best person in your life. he’ll be there, for anything that’s important to you. he’ll push you to get better. he’ll listen to you explain him a topic for hours and then ask questions! ranting to him is so much fun omg <3 he just sits there, saying things like, “you’re absolutely right”. He doesn’t give his opinion unless he knows you’re ready to hear it.

but I guess the hardest day is when he breaks down. it’s so heartbreaking and gut wrenching because he’s an amazing person who deserves the world.

hq boys (sugawara, Hinata, ushijima, iwaizumi) reacting to you coming back tired from work/having a tough day

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sugawara

• what a darling, honestly!!
• if he knows you’re tired, he’ll just be very quiet,, go into the kitchen make some herbal tea for you that helps soothe you!!
• he’ll even run warm bath and will offer to wash your hair!!
• and most importantly, he’ll take out his secret stash of soft pajamas that he was saving for himself,, but he’ll give them to you and probably cuddle you till you go to sleep </3
• he’ll kiss the top of your head and smile

hinata

• hinata was probably super excited when he saw you at the front door,, but then he saw the look on your face and he was like “oh–no.”
• so he immediately rushes to his bed, underneath which he’s kept this box of your favorite chocolates and chips,, anything to make you feel better
• he takes out your night suit,, and puts you in bed as he hums this lullaby,,
• he probably won’t be able to sleep all night because of how worried he is for you,, he hates tired you :/

ushijima

• ushijima has a gut feeling in practice that something is about to be very wrong so when he goes back home and is greeted with a very dull you,,
• he figures it out in the span of seconds and before you know,,, he asks you to give him 2 mins,, he takes a quick shower
• he asks if you’ve ate something,,
• and then he drags you to bed,, you’re the small spoon, and he’s pressing kisses to your shoulder blade,, stroking to your hair and you’re going to forget you were ever tired with this big man

iwaizumi

• iwaizumi instantly KNOWS so he does what he does best,,
• make soup
• no seriously,, iwaizumi makes great comfort soup with noodles and it’s really comforting and heartwarming!! he’ll make you a warm bowl of deliciousness,,
• he’ll play some jazz in the background and the two of you can sway together,, until he carries you back to bed where you sleep in his arms >:(

how strong ushijima really is

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• if you ever ran towards him at full speed to hug him, he would not even budge with your weight,, like literally,, HE would not
• he sometimes throws you over his shoulder when you’re not listening to him??? you weigh as much as a toothpick to this man
• and oh MY god,, if you ever tell him anything is heavy and you hand it over for him to pick up,, he’ll be like,, “this is heavy? but it’s solight?”
• also ARM WRESTLING!!
• he can’t help but giggle every time you challenge him to an arm wrestling match,, which by the way consists of you using both your hands and ushijima using barely any strength,, and he’s just trying to fight back the smile on his face when he sees how much effort you’re putting in
• but also,, the BEHEMOTH this man is,, he has absolutely broken so many things around the house because he miscalculates how strong he really is,,
• like accidentally breaking the cabinet door open or a wine glass because he held it too hard,, or slamming a door shut and the window breaking? yep, it’s happened.
• sometimes you think this man is magneto in real life because he can bend METAL like seriously,, this is concerning
• but also! he is aware of how strong he is when it comes to you. like he will not even jokingly nudge you or anything because he’s afraid he’ll hurt you and he cannot hurt his beloved,,
• except while cuddling. when you’re in ushijima’s grip, he will NOT let you go
• all in all, love our strong boi </3 he’s my baby and I want to keep him snuggled in a blanket

No matter the gender Ushijima is bottom to Tendou

Ushijima Wakatoshi: Clueless Lovers (Part 1/3)

(AN: I was very reluctant to make an Ushijima smutshot because truthfully, his personality along with Akaashi’s are the hardest to write for me. So im not very happy with this storyline but it was playing in my head for a while. I just went with the flow but sorry in advance if the storyline is boring…)

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Smutshot (1/3)

Sounds of bird’s chirping filled the room, the bright sunlight started gleaming from the cracks of the blinds, falling onto her sleeping face. She grumbled, squinting her eyes, letting out a groan.

Her eyes opened and the first thing her blurry vision focused on was the photograph on her bedside table. She looked at the photo she had taken with her husband on their wedding day, three months ago. Her face held a small smile, whereas he remained stoic and expressionless. It always made her cringe because they both looked awkward. It was obvious in the photo there was no chemistry between them. However, people kept gushing about how they were a match made in heaven… Her parents kept insisting that he was just quiet, but he would open up to her soon.

Apparently, that’s how marriage worked… Which she thought was a bullshit excuse. She felt like she wasn’t given a choice when it the proposal came from his mother. She found her mother-in-law intimidating and strict. The lady accompanied Y/n and him on their first date… Y/n felt like she was being assessed, from the way she served tea, dressed, spoke and arranged flowers… Even though she had graduated a few years ago, her mother-in-law had asked to see her school reports and grades… It baffled her really… Throughout the interrogation, Ushijima didn’t mutter a single word. It seemed like he didn’t care really if Y/n married him… He literally just went with the flow…

It wasn’t like her mother in law was rude to Y/n, she seemed pleased with her most of the time, but his family was intense. It felt like they would chastise her if she made a single mistake. She hated visiting her in laws, they were so particular about rules and their family values. They told her that she didn’t need to work because Ushijima’s profession was enough for them to live quite comfortably, so Y/n just spent most of her days at home.

Surprisingly she got a long with her father-in-law. Although he stayed out of the family matters, he spoke to her very kindly and she felt like he was quite grounded compared to his ex-wife. She wished he was still living in Japan. They met during the wedding and he was most happy about gaining a daughter in law, she remembered how he requested she be patient with his son…

Sighing, she slowly sat up, stretching her arms before she turned around, frowning. Of course, her bed was empty… He never woke her up when he would get ready, he was always quiet when he got up. He’d shower, eat his own breakfast, change for his morning jog before going to the auditorium. She had gotten used to it since she began living with him.

She remembered how nervous she was when she changed from her wedding kimono into the see-through negligee she had timidly prepared. She had entered their bedroom, waiting for him to finish showering but when he had come out…

He glanced at her shy form once before approaching her

Ushijima neared her and she felt too timid to look into his eyes. It was her first time and she wasn’t sure how to really go about it. Holding her breath when he reached towards her, she was anxious about his touch. However, he simply dropped the blanket over her shoulders, confusing her

“You look cold.”

He mumbled before he climbed onto his side of the bed, turning the lamp off

“Goodnight.”

She sat there for a minute, very confused about what just happened. She was at a loss and all she could say was,

“Oh… Okay, goodnight…”

It confused her, she thought he was merely tired from the wedding events, but he never approached her after that either. It had been three months, but they hadn’t had sex. She wondered if he was attracted to her or someone else… They were only given 2 months of actually getting to know each other before their parents decided to go ahead with their marriage. At first, she had found him incredibly attractive and smouldering but whenever they tried talking, he remained blunt and sometimes she felt like he was coming off as rude.

After she showered, she began cleaning the apartment. It was always so quiet in her home that she had to put the television on for noise.

Even though, she was grateful that Ushijima let her decorate it their apartment anyway she wanted. Nor did he ever stop her from doing anything. He never questioned her if she went out with her friends, he never made a remark about her clothes and somehow, she would get praised by him over her cooking, which surprised her. However, what she wished was that they actually spent time together. She wanted to know her husband, everything she learnt about him was through his family and profile. She thought living together they would bond but he was so aloof.

Y/n would try sitting next to him while he watched TV but the conversation would be short and concise.

She’d try putting scary movies on, as much as she hated them, hoping he would comfort her during the terrifying scenes but again…

Nothing.

The man never understood her social cues. He’d simply just change the channel and then ask her why she would put on a scary movie in the first place if she’s scared of then….

After she finished her chores, she lay on the rug in the lounge, just glumly staring at the ceiling. She felt very stupid about her young fantasies over marriage. She always expected it to be rainbows and butterflies, her prince charming riding on a white horse, carrying her off into the sunset. Y/n always had the firm belief of having sex when she got married, its why things didn’t work out with her ex-boyfriend because he couldn’t wait ‘that long’.

When she first saw Ushijima, she wasn’t going to lie. Her heart was fluttering, and the butterflies went wild in her stomach. He was so handsome that she thought she really did find her prince charming… She let it get to her head slightly when her parents were enthusiastic about his profession and reputation. However, when he first looked at her. His stoic expression didn’t change, he stared at her while his mother and grandmother spoke to her parents…

They were given alone time awkwardly, just walking in his family garden, but she was the one who asked him questions, the only question he inquired was if she liked food…

When she said she did and enjoyed cooking, he looked pleased…

As she lay there, pondering over her husband. All she could think about was how to get closer to him… He had an extremely busy schedule due to his tournaments so it wasn’t like he could spend time with her. Today was his day off but he had already left the house…

Sitting up, she sighed again, draping an arm over her eyes…

“Ushijima-san…” She mumbled, “I can’t seem to understand you…”

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Ushijima watched Tendou as he mushed and gushed over his baby daughter, making her laugh and giggle while he swayed the baby in his hands, pretending she was an aeroplane. The scarlet haired man hummed when he noticed his friend’s stoic expression

“Hmm? What’s up Ushiwaka? You’re quieter than usual… Trouble in paradise?”

Ushijima grunted, watching as Tendou’s daughter began babbling to him, taking his attention away again as he kept pampering Anzu

“I don’t know how to talk to my wife.” He answered, making Tendou freeze, placing Anzu his lap, letting her babble away. He leaned back on the park bench, letting out a sigh for his stressed friend

“I mean, you really didn’t say much when your mother insisted on getting you married so fast… You literally just went ‘okay’ and next thing I knew… You were hitched’” He said and Ushijima shrugged,

“Okasan insisted Y/n was the perfect match… Even Otosan likes her. I trust my parent’s judgement… It’s just…. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with my wife…” He answered

Tendou’s eyes widened,

“Um… Waka… Have you guys…” He began implying but Ushijima didn’t seem to understand

“What?”

“…Fucked?”

There was a silence between the men, his brows furrowing and Tendou noticed the pink growing on his friend’s stoic face

“Dude… You’ve been married for three months… Are you serious?”

Ushijima grunted again, trying to distract himself, he lifted the six-month-old from Tendou’s lap, setting Anzu in his own.

“We didn’t consummate our marriage on the first night… She seemed scared of me, so I haven’t touched her since then. Nor has she indicated that she wants us to get intimate in that way…”

Tendou was flummoxed,

“Why don’t you try making an effort and get to know her?” He asked and Ushijima shrugged again,

“I learnt everything about her during the marriage interview. What more can I do?”

“…I’m not surprised why your other relationships never lasted…” Tendou sighed, rubbing his temple

“Do you like her?”

“Yes.”

“No… I mean do you have romantic feelings for her?”

His brows furrowed in confusion,

“She’s my wife… Ofcourse I do… Otherwise I wouldn’t have married her…”

Tendou scratched his temple, “When was the last time you took her out on a date? My cutie and I make sure to go out at least twice a week.”

Ushijima thought over Tendou’s questions, “Before we got married.”

“… Dude… You’re going to be a divorcee in no time… Ushiwaka, if you want to know how to get close to your wife then listen up bud…” Tendou draped an arm over his friend’s shoulder, both of them peering at the happy go lucky baby as she babbled before Tendou began advising his clueless friend.

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Y/n sighed, she had just finished shopping for groceries, carrying the heavy bags up the stairs. Her arms were aching but she carried on, climbing one step after another, ever so slowly…

“Need help?”

Y/n squeaked, almost slipping but his hands wrapped themselves on her hips, holding her still. It was embarrassing because Ushijima remained calm while her body leaned against his front.

“Ushijima-san? I-I’m sorry!” She squeaked, bowing and he was puzzled,

He just hummed when he noticed the heavy bags on her arms,

“Here, give me those” He muttered, reaching for them. She was confused, her brows furrowing

“Oh no… Let me carry them! They’re heavy”

He raised a brow, “A husband shouldn’t make his wife carry heavy things”

Y/n blushed when he kept his grip firmly on the plastic bags, calmly climbing the stairs with her following behind him. It was the first time Ushijima acknowledged her as his wife and she didn’t feel like a random roommate. They made it into the apartment where he began unpacking the groceries

“Oh Ushijima-san, wait! I need to wash the vegetables and start on dinner! I was thinking of making beef stew”

She quickly washed her hands, draping her apron over her clothes, rushing to take out the chopping board and strainer while he stood there,

“No need…” He muttered and she froze, “You don’t want to eat beef stew? I-I can make something else! Oh… But I only bought the ingredients for stew!” She rambled making him raise his brows

“No… I meant there’s no need for you to cook. We’re going out for dinner.”

“Huh?”

She stared at him, utterly confused. Did he just suggest going out for dinner? Clearing her throat, she laughed it off

“Oh? Are we meeting Okasan tonight? She never mentioned–”

“No. Only we’re going out for dinner.”

“Just you and me?” She asked again, pointing between them, really trying to grasp the situation and he nodded,

“Do you not want to–”

“No!” She blurted, trying calm her excitement, “N-No, I am really looking forward to it!”

He gave her a small smile, making her blush, fiddling with the end of her apron, now not knowing what to say until he broke the silence again.

“There’s still some time before dinner, let’s get ready then.”

He noticed the large smile stretched on her face, untying her apron and putting everything back into place before she excitedly rushed to their bedroom. He began walking towards his own closet, taking out a nice outfit before looking at her. She was confused, holding two outfits up, really thinking over her choice…

“That one…” He answered, making her look at him. He pointed to the dress and she looked at it. It was a little fancy but nothing over the top, however she was more surprised by how involved he was trying to be.

“Okay…” She blushed, putting the other outfit back in her closet. Setting her clothes neatly on the bed…

He let her get ready in peace, and she really did her best making an effort with her makeup and hair. She was excited to go out on a date with her husband, even if it was just a simple dinner. It wasn’t like him to take the initiative, but she felt ever so happy while getting ready. Applying the finishing touches, she felt nice dressing up for someone else.

Standing up, she searched for her heels slipping them on her feet before she heard him clear his throat, glancing at him, she smiled shyly

“Sorry for taking so long”

Ushijima simply shook his head, “No need to apologise…” He gave her form a once over, his eyes slowly scanning her body before looking at her face.

“You look beautiful.”

Y/n’s eyed widened and her cheeks and ears began burning up. Did he just compliment her? She actually wanted to pinch herself to check if she was dreaming.

He was confused, walking towards her, placing his hand to her forehead, making her breath hitch

“Are you feeling unwell? Your body feels like it is burning up… Perhaps we should cancel–”

“Oh, no! It’s just a little stuffy in this room! We don’t need to cancel!” Y/n squeaked, the last thing she wanted was to cancel this rare opportunity with him. He looked reluctant but he nodded, looking at her chest.

She was embarrassed again,

“This dress was the right choice. It’ll look nice with this” He muttered, going towards his drawers.

“What will?” She asked, watching him take a box out, handing it to her.

“Ushijima-san, what is this–” Her words were cut loose when she lifted the lid, looking at the necklace inside. It was simply beautiful, leaving her wordless.

“Can I really accept this?” She asked in astonishment and he nodded,

“Of course, its for you.”

She lifted the necklace out of the box before she handed it to him, timidly

“Will you put it on me?” She asked and he froze, his cheeks heated up when she stood in front of him, lifting her hair, showing her the nape of her delicate neck. He tried to control his fingers from shaking, fiddling with the tiny clasp at the back. Grunting he finally managed to open it, locking it in place.

“It’s beautiful! Thank you!” She grinned and he looked away, nodding.

“Shall we go?” Y/n asked, lifting her purse and he grunted, leading her out of their apartment.

There was a slight distance between them as they walked down the roads. She glanced at him while he calmly looked ahead. Her fingers felt the necklace resting above her cleavage, wondering what had gotten to him all of a sudden.

“How was your day? I didn’t hear you this morning…” She began

Ushijima glanced at her, shrugging

“You’re a deep sleeper.” He answered, making her laugh sheepishly

“I’ll try getting up earlier”

He shook his head, “You don’t have to, it’s good to get rest. You stay up late compared to me…”

“Right…”

The silence arose again, but it seemed like he walked slower so that she could keep up to him. She looked at his arm, contemplating whether she should hold his hand…

‘But what if he gets creeped out? We’ve never even kissed except on our wedding…’ She bitterly thought, clenching her fingers into a fist. She didn’t notice him come closer to her side and it was only when a bunch of rowdy passers by walked past them that his hand slid around her back, holding her hip. He pulled her close, startling her. Her heart was racing, just from the feel of his large hand, holding onto her.

“They should really be careful…” He mumbled before letting her flushed form go. She felt a little disappointed but he only surprised her further when he gripped her hand.

“Ushijima-san?” She looked at him, noticing his ears were burning red, despite his calm face

“It’s getting crowded, I don’t want you to get lost” He reasoned and she nodded, just intertwining her fingers with his. He could feel how dainty her hand was, encompassed by his. It made him feel like she was truly fragile… She focused on the shops that they walked by, trying to concentrate on anything but the situation she was in right now

“…I met Tendou today… My childhood friend…” He answered, bringing her attention back and she smiled,

“The chocolatier that has an adorable daughter? He’s quite quirky but I like him! His wife’s really sweet as well. I think she’s absolutely adorable, quite shy compared to Tendou-san”

Ushijima nodded, “She didn’t come today, but he brought Anzu to the park. We caught up on our lives.”

“You both became best friends in high school, right?”

He nodded, “We played volleyball together… Tendou was quite talented but I’m glad he’s enjoying what he does now.”

“How did his wife and him meet? Were they an arranged marriage as well?” She asked and he shook his head,

“No. They were neighbours. He helped her write her book and she helped him with his chocolate”

Her eyes widened, “Oh… That’s pretty cute…”

Her voice trailed off and she went a bit glum, a sliver of her wished she had a truly romantic story to tell people of how she met her husband… But it was quite boring…

She hummed when she noticed the restaurant they were approaching

“Oh, this is…”

“You mentioned it the day we met… You said you always wanted to try this place, right?” He asked her. She squeezed his hand unintentionally form the excitement, beaming at the fancy place in front of her. She heard that they had phenomenal food, her mouth always watered when she saw their Instagram posts. Leading her inside, it was surreal. In her excitement, she clung onto his arm while looking around.

“Reservation?” A waitress asked and he nodded,

“Ushijima.”

She checked the roster before smiling,

“Right this way sir.”

Y/n was flabbergasted, when they were lead to a secluded table in a very lovely corner of the restaurant,

“Oh gosh! I’ve been dreaming of coming here but they’re always booked! How did you manage to get a reservation!?” She asked and he shrugged,

“Tendou knows the owner… So he got a table for us” Ushijima answered truthfully, watching her giddy expression. He pulled her chair for her, letting her seat herself before taking his own seat.

“You remembered I wanted to come here?” She asked, registering what he had said earlier. Ushijima glanced at her face, nodding

“Yes. You were quite enthusiastic about trying the steak here…”

Y/n hummed, “You paid attention to what I said…”

His brows furrowed, “Ofcourse I did. I always listen to what you’re saying…”

He picked the menu up, quietly scanning the dishes but Y/n couldn’t help but pry… This really felt like a dream

“I don’t understand… Why all of a sudden did you want to go out?”

He set the menu down, eyes burrowing into hers, making her shy again

“Ushijima san…?”

“Because you’ve been taking care of our home every single day… You deserve a night of rest. I appreciate returning to a clean and welcoming home every day with fresh meals you’ve prepared… You’re my wife and you should be spoiled by me.”

She was sitting in her seat, astonished by his revelation. She felt the joy build up inside her, it felt so good to be truly appreciated by her reserved husband. A smile etched on her face, making his cheeks warm but it went undetected because of the dim candlelight sitting in the middle of their table.

“Thank you… I’ve tried really hard because I want to get along with you… It feels wonderful to be acknowledged by you…”

A waiter interrupted them, taking them away from this rare moment to take their orders, which they both had forgotten. A few awkward minutes were spent skimming through the menu before they finally chose what they wanted… He thanked the couple, leaving them alone once again but they had no idea what to say…

She stared at him, contemplating whether to carry on her earlier conversation, letting her mouth move before she could stop.

“…Actually… I also am grateful to you.”

“…You are?”

She nodded, unfolding her napkin, setting it neatly on her lap to distract herself because she was sure she’d melt from embarrassment if she looked into his face, mumbling

“You have been working really hard to provide a comfortable lifestyle for us and… You haven’t been an overbearing husband once, you let me have my space and make my own choices… I think I’m lucky…”

He was taken aback, staring at her features. Maybe he hadn’t seen it before but Ushijima suddenly realised just how beautiful the women sitting across him was. She noticed him staring, shyly tucking a stray piece of her hair, behind her ear. It made his eyes widen,

It was the second time, he felt a familiar spark in his heart… He hadn’t felt like that since the day he had seen her…

He remembered walking into his family tea room where she was sitting next to her parents, adorned in a floral kimono. He remembered when they made eye contact and she immediately lowered her gaze, she seemed very shy, fiddling with a stray lock of her hair, pushing it behind her ear… The timid smile she had on her lips had done something to his heart…

“Your orders” A voice distracted them and she beamed when she saw the steak she had been craving. He was quite impressed by his own order, making his mouth water when he smelt the delish aroma wafted from his plate. They both looked at each other once again, smiling

“Itadakimasu” They said at the same time, before taking their first bites. She moaned in delight, holding the side of her face happily as she tasted heaven. He felt amused looking at her reaction. Her eyes open, realising he was watching her but she simply cut another piece, holding the fork in front of his lips

“Try some! It’s delicious!”

Ushijima swallowed, the blush on his face growing. He had never been fed by another person but he parted his lips for her, letting her feed him. She watched his brows lift, humming

“Its really good…” He muttered and she grinned, “Right!? It tastes even better than I imagined! How’s your food?”

He looked at the seafood on his plate and then at her. He tried to copy what she just did, shovelling the fish on his fork, bringing it to her lips

“Try it and tell me”

Y/n felt the butterflies in her stomach begin fluttering, she leaned forward her lips wrapping on the fork, taking a bite.

“Oh my… It’s delicious!”

Ushijima smiled, resuming his meal

“It is”

Their evening went pleasantly and Y/n felt more comfortable with him. She slipped her hand into his, gripping it and he didn’t pull away, just lacing his fingers with her before walking towards their home

“I really enjoyed myself, Ushijima-san! Thank you for taking me there” She chirped. He looked around before humming,

“The food was really good… We should go again”

Y/n laughed, “I’d love that!”

Again that spark ignited in his heart, he squeezed her hand

“Is there anything else you’d like to do?” He asked and Y/n stopped walking, she had many things she wanted to do with him but it couldn’t be fit into one night. She really thought it over,

“Y/n?” He asked and she broke from her thoughts,

“Um… I guess I’d like to take a picture”

He was confused, giving her a weird look, “You want me to buy you a camera?” He asked and she shook her head,

“No… I meant I would like to take a photo of us… It’s our first date as a married couple and I’d like to cherish this memory… The only other photos we have together are from the wedding…”

“Okay, sure”

She fiddled with her purse, now feeling silly when she pulled her phone out. He stood next to her, watching her struggle to open the camera app, cursing when the front facing camera revealed an unflattering angle on her. Flustered, she angled the camera, but she realised his head was out of the frame

“Um… Could you bend closer?” She asked and he listened to her. She smiled awkwardly, clicking the photo and they both peered into the screen. She sweatdropped looking at the weird composition. He looked very unbothered and her lips looked crooked…

“Nevermind…” She mumbled but he gripped her phone

“This angle is better”

He held it above her face, his other hand going around her shoulders, pulling her close. She tried to calm her pounding heart, smiling with him as he clicked the photo. This time she looked at the screen, she burst into a fit of giggles looking at his strange forced smile…

(AN: Y'all im thinking about that one photo of Ushijima…)

“Why are you laughing?” He asked but she shook her head, still giggling

“Nothing… I like this one”

He frowned, “I’m not good in front of cameras… I’ve been told my smile is…. Unsettling…” He rubbed the back of his neck and she pouted,

“That’s not true… I think you look very sweet…”

He looked at the photo once again before grabbing her phone, pulling her close again. She was shy and didn’t register him clicking the camera again before humming at the screen

“I like this one” He said and she looked at the screen. It was her flustered face looking at his but he didn’t seem stoic here, in fact his expression seemed soft…

“Oh… I really like this…”

Ushjima held her hand again,

“Come on, we should get home”

She couldn’t see the blush he sported, his broad back facing her but she felt the warmth growing in her chest, feeling utter fondness for her husband.

~

Once they reached home, both of them quietly began preparing for bed. She was drying her hair when he lay his jacket on the bed with his belt

“The bath’s still warm… I set some towels for you as well” She said and he nodded,

“Thank you…”

He walked towards their bathroom, shutting the door behind himself and Y/n set her towel aside, looking at his clothes

“I should probably hang these in the closet” She muttered to herself, grabbing his jacket and draping it over her forearm. She made her way to his closet, opening the door but she cursed when his jacket slid off her arm. Quickly grabbing a hanger, she bent down to pick the jacket up, hanging it neatly in the closet. She didn’t realise a folded paper had dropped until she closed the closet.

“What’s this…” She muttered, unfolding it. She was met with bold words, confusing her, reading the words scribbled on…

“…’Tendou’s Tips on Romancing Your Wife…?” She read, perplexed as she went over the ‘tips’…

1. Do small things for her.

2. Spend time with her. (Tendou takes his wife on dates, twice a week)

3. Ask her to dress in something you like.

4. Hold her hand in public.

5. Recognize her efforts.

6. Tell her she is beautiful.

Sitting on the edge of their bed, she kept reading the notes over and over again… She didn’t hear the bathroom door opening as he stood there, trying his own hair. She noticed how focused her face was, furrowing his brows

“Y/n, are you alright?”

She was still puzzled, looking at him…

“What’s this…?” She asked him, lifting the paper to show him the contents. Ushijima’s brows widened, feeling like a deer in headlights …

*GIFs not mine*

A/N: nothin’ much to say, except I like writing with an accent for Atsumu. That shit’s bomb. Enjoy!

Word count: 2339

Tetsurou Kuroo:

• “Hey YN,”
• He starts off so strong. His voice has that ever present lilt in it, like he’s trying to bait you closer. 
• “I-” he breaks off into a breathless, short laugh, “-I’m not really sure why I called… I guess I was hoping to catch you before I went to practice but…”
• He swallows, and you can almost imagine him rubbing the back of his neck. “But I guess I missed you. I mean–not like that.” He sputters. “Not that I don’t miss you! I do! I-”
• Kuroo pauses, a bitter chuckle traveling through the phone. “God, I’m a fucking wreck. Did you know that? I’m a fucking trainwreck after us, and I can’t even pinpoint why.”

• There’s shuffles in the background before the phone thumps, and Kuroo’s voice is distant but still audible. You figure he’s put you on speaker for whatever reason while finding a seat somewhere. He huffs as he settles in. 
• “Sometimes I think it’s because of the way we ended things.” He sighs, tone growing thick like his throat is stuck with something. “I yelled at you, so loudly, and I’ll never forget that look on your face when you left. I relive it every night, you know that? Asking myself what I could have done better and whatnot.” A loud hiss, like he’s sucking on his bottom lip harshly. “What I could have said or done to make you stay.”
• “And then it’s not even the breakup that I can’t stop thinking about. It’s those moments we used to have, those goddamn memories I’ve got seared in the back of my brain that I have to repress when someone even spins a goddamn pencil like you did.”
• Another thump, and suddenly his voice is much louder than before, the phone pressed back against his ear. “That pillow, you know the one that’s got your perfume all fucking over it. I tried to throw it away yesterday.” He scoffs. “And that failed. So I woke up fucking cuddling it this morning, as if I didn’t already feel like a loser.”
• “And I know you still have my sweatshirt,” he inhales then exhales deeply. “I don’t want it back. I can’t–please don’t give it back, I don’t want it. Consider it yours, or whatever. Maybe you’ve already gotten rid of it, I don’t know.” So wobbly. His voice has slowly grown shaky over the last few seconds. “Whatever.”
• A long pause drags out for at least a minute, and the only thing that stops you from checking if he’s still on call is the short breaths that are barely audible. 
• “Just,” he finally breaks the silence, voice cracking. “Please, I gotta know. For my sanity, please, do you miss me?… Miss us?”
• “‘Cause God YN I miss every second of us.”
• “One of the guys yesterday asked me what happened between us. I don’t even know why, I just got so mad so quick I wanted to sock him in the face for even bringing you up.” A quiet slap against his skin, like he’s brought up his hand to run it down his face. “I just… I had spent all day trying to keep you out of my head. I saw you in the halls that morning, but I know you didn’t see me–you had your head down reading that fucking book you love so much–and for the rest of the goddamn day I tried to keep you out of my head. And then he brought you up, and I just… God, I don’t even know, I just fucking lost it.”
• “The coach sent me home after that, said I needed to clear my head. Not that it worked, ‘cause look where I am now.” He released a self-deprecating laugh.
• “Sitting on the damned school steps all over again, crying like an idiot for who knows how long.”
• A voice, distant and hesitant, calls out to him. “Kuroo.” It’s Kenma.
• “Yeah, sorry, I’m coming, just give me a sec.” But he’s quiet all over again, maybe deep in thought.
• But then you hear a ruffling of clothes and a small sniff. Kuroo clears his throat. “I-I have to go. I’ll… just–call me back. Please. I wanna hear your voice, I-… I miss your voice.”
• Silence.
• “I miss you.”
• “I love you.”
• Then he hangs up.

Wakatoshi Ushijima:

• “YN.” As usual, his tone is deadpan and succinct. If he’s calling you, there’s a reason for it. 
• “You’ve left some clothing at my house. Please let me know when you have time to pick it up. I’ll have it prepared for you.”
• “There are also the gifts you’ve given me there as well. I don’t know if you want those back or not, so please let me know before your arrival so I can get those packed up as well.”
• “Regarding the gifts I’ve given you, you can keep them. I will not be needing them back.”
• “If… if you have the time, I would also like to talk to you. I feel we have some things to discuss regarding our breakup.” The line falls silent, but when you pull the phone back, the voicemail still says it has five minutes left.
• “I do not like the way we ended things,” he speaks up after a minute has passed. “It was… you’re wrong. You were wrong.”
• “You said I didn’t care about you, but you’re wrong. I do. You said I never think about you, never spare you any thoughts, but you’re wrong.”
• “The truth is, I hate how distracting you are. I find it hard to focus on practice now. In games, I feel myself losing my edge. You’re always just there. My mind is always on you. So much that I don’t know how to stop it.”
• “So when you said I never cared about you… I was frustrated at how wrong you were.” A scraping is heard, dull and barely audible. He’s gritting his teeth, clenching his jaw in what you’ve always recognized as a hint of his growing irritation. 
• “How you can take over my mind and still say that I don’t ever spare you a minute of my time, it angers me. You’ve taken so much away from me, and then you go and say that I haven’t given you enough…”
• “It’s not fair. I don’t accept it.”
• “Tell me, YN. Have I taken over your thoughts the way you’ve taken over mine? Do I have you as wrapped around my finger as you do me?”
• “Or have I just become one of those lovesick fools I’ve always despised, chasing after something they can never have?”
• “I deserve to know, YN. You owe me that much.” There’s such certainty in his tone. It’s impossible to think of his words as anything else other than absolute truth. Speaking through your phone was a man not only desperately heartbroken, but also completely, utterly confused. To draw such an emotion out of a man like Ushijima…
• “Tomorrow, before school, I will find you.” His words held no threat, softly spoken so as to only sound like a promise. “I want you to be honest with me tomorrow, so I can have some semblance of closure.” 
• Once more he’s gone silent, as if waiting for your response. Every breath he takes now comes out as a huff more than an exhale. He’s so wound up by now you’re almost positive this attitude will drag on until your conversation tomorrow. 
• “It’s what I deserve, YN. You can’t take away from me the one thing my mind has run on for months now and expect me not to want answers.” There’s a squeal of a chair against tile flooring, and a beat later you hear the rustling of clothes as he takes a seat.
• “What more you want from me, I’m not quite sure. Yet, somehow, I still feel myself yearning to give it to you.”
• “Tell me, YN, is that fair? You’ve taken yourself out of my life, and I still feel as though I’d do anything for you. Give anything for you.”
• “At the very least, I must know if my actions were not in vain; if you feel my absence even a little bit in comparison to the hole you’ve left in me.”
• “Did you really love me? You said it before you left that night, but if you did, then I don’t understand why you left. I need you to enlighten me, YN. I just don’t understand.”
• A pause. “Goodbye, YN. I look forward to our talk tomorrow.”

Atsumu Miya:

• “YNNN!” The shout of your name is so loud you yank the phone away from your ear in shock.
• Hesitantly, you draw it closer when everything quiets down again. 
• “Oh God, someone grab his phone!”
• “Atsumu, hand it over now!”
• “He’s calling her, isn’t he? Dumbass.”
• However remote, you can still hear the groans of your ex’s teammates along with the dull thumping and buzzing of far-off music. You figure he had been at a friend’s house or maybe even a club, and he’d probably locked himself up somewhere like the bathroom with his phone in tow. 
• There’s a slam, then a click followed by the muffled shouts of the voices you’d heard earlier. Then a gulp as Atsumu downs the rest of whatever alcoholic drink he somehow got his hands on before calling you.
• “YN, how dare you!” Accusatory, and extremely slurred. He’s drunk off his ass, and his accent is so thick you struggle a bit to understand him. “Yer such a meanie for breakin’ my heart like that, darlin’!”
• “All I ever wanted was to love you an’ give you the world; why’d ya hafta go an’ take it all away from me?”
• Another gulp, and now he’s sniffling. “I just… I just don’t know why you did it. It was gonna be us two forever, darlin’. You said you’d never leave me. Why did ya have to…?”
• “I know it’s hard for you to be alone for all that time, darlin’, an’ I ain’t gonna act like I never saw how you felt. But you said you could do it–you promised that ya’d do it for me.”
• “What happened to all those promises? You said you loved me so many times, and now every time I think about you sayin’ those words, it hurts so bad. I know I’m gonna regret this later, I ain’t stupid, but I want you ta know that I’m broken now, darlin’, and it’s because a’ you.”
• “The nights are so unbearable, YN. I can’t stand ‘em. You wouldn’t believe how cold that bed is without you in it. And yer fuckin’ pillow–goddamnit that thing–so many times now I thought a’ just throwin’ it out rather than smell it for one more second. That fuckin’ perfume ya always wear is just everywhere on that bed though, so I say to myself, ‘What’s the point? It’s still there no matter what I do.’ And do ya know what’s really sad?”
• The slurring, the wobbling, the stuttering. At this point, he’s an incomprehensible mess. Long ago you’d heard a concerning bang, but that bang had caused the end of his unsteady footsteps so you figured he’d finally just collapsed to the ground. 
• “Two days ago I took down all the pictures we got hung up all over the apartment. Every single one I took down and put ‘em all in a li’l pile on the couch. An’ on the coffee table I had this stupid trash bag, and I had this fuckin’ lighter in my hand. For an hour, I sat there, lookin’ at the first damned picture I took from that pile. The stupid lighter ran outta gas ‘bout halfway through, and I still didn’t put the picture down. It was like I was stuck lookin’ at us, at how good we were. So many times I asked myself what the hell went so wrong that you up and left me outta the blue.” A choked up laugh snuck through the speaker. “It was that picture of us when we graduated. I was holdin’ you in my arms and you were smilin’ and hangin’ onto me so tight and—fuck-” Atsumu broke off in a breathless whimper, a muted sob slipping through. 
• After about a minute of silent weeping, he cleared his throat, though it was scratchy rough when he spoke again. “All those pictures–they’re back up on the wall, darlin’. Never did nothin’ with ‘em, never hid ‘em away.”
• “I just… I just don’t wanna get rid of ‘em. And ya wanna know why? It’s the most pitiful thing yer ever gonna hear.” He heaves a shaky sigh. “It’s ‘cuz I keep hopin’ one a’ these days yer gonna show back up at our door, that li’l look of confusion on yer face when ya see I got rid a’ all our pictures together, and then you’ll get all sad and pouty and beg me to dig ‘em outta the trash for ya.”
• “I’d do it. Ya know I would. I’d do anything for you.”
• “S-so can you come back, darlin’? Please?”
• “‘Cuz I need you, bad. I can’t stand it anymore.”
• “That damned house is too quiet without you singin’ and dancin’ all over it. An’ I can’t ever figure out where you got those scented candles from–the ones that smell like yer perfume. I can’t find ‘em, and the ones you left behind, they’re all burnt out. All used up.”
• “I miss you, darlin’. Fuck, I can’t stand another second without you.”
• “Please, just come back to me. I need you.”
• And in the background his friends have finally jimmied the door open. There’s a strangled cry as one of them tackles Atsumu to the ground, ripping the phone from his grasp. “Fuck, guys, look, he is calling her.”
• “Oh, ‘Tsumu…”
• And the call ends.

needy

warnings: fluff, suggestive content?

characters: tobio kageyama, wakatoshi ushijima, kiyoomi sakusa

request: hcs sakusa, kageyama, and ushijima being needy and clingy for the first time that makes their girlfriend confused af please thank you ❤

a/n: i’m not sure if this person wanted their request to be nsfw or not and i couldn’t ask bc their account is deleted so i just went ahead and made it kinda nsfw lol.

kageyama

- kageyama very rarely initiates anything between you two

- he just waits for you to do it because he’s a bit awkward when it comes to showing affection

-doesn’t wanna embarrass himself :(

- he’ll kiss you if he notices you peeking at his lips or giving him any other little signs

- but he won’t typically kiss you just because he wants to

- you’re usually the more needy one who starts the cuddles, and the kisses

-the sex

- he’s just inexperienced with relationships so he looks to you for help

- and you don’t mind, you think it’s kind of cute how timid he is

- so when he actually shows you affection without you inducing it

- you’re just like ???

- you good?

- but also v happy, because come on

- needy kags

you’re minding your business, relaxing on the couch after an immensely eventful day while anticipating the arrival of your boyfriend who is on his way home from volleyball practice. all you need right now is a nice, long, tight hug from him. just to bury your face in his chest and melt into his embrace and you’re mentally preparing yourself to initiate that, knowing very well that isn’t something kageyama would willingly do himself. sometimes you wish he would. you wish he would just know when you want him to be affectionate without you having to show or tell him that’s what you need. but you can’t help who he is, and you wouldn’t ever want to change him. so you’re at peace with being the initiator.

you hear the gentle clicks of kageyama’s key unlocking the front door of your guys’ apartment and feel a rush of excitement fill your chest. though you’re so worn out from your day’s activities that you don’t leave your spot on the couch to greet him, but wait for him to come to you instead. as soon as he finds you in the living room he gives you a small smile before walking towards you.

“hi babe.” you smile as he gets closer. you expect him to sit on the opposite end of the couch like he usually does, and once he did that you would crawl over and place yourself in his arms the way you had planned. though, to your utter surprise, he steps out of his shoes and squeezes onto the couch beside you. he lays a little lower along your body so that his head rests on your chest and he wraps his arms around your waist. you don’t know exactly how to react so you just stare down at him wide-eyed and inquisitive. neither you nor him say anything for a little while before kageyama finally speaks.

“i missed you a lot today for some reason. like i always miss you when i’m away from you, but i don’t know. today was different.” he admits, his arms gripping a bit tighter around your torso. what a coincidental, yet pleasing turn of events. you thought you’d be the one with your head resting on kageyama’s chest as you hold him close, but here he is turning the tables.

“is something wrong? did something happen at practice?” a sudden rush of concern fills you at your boyfriend’s unusual behavior. he looks up at you, pulling his head out from your chest carrying an unreadable expression on his face. 

“no, i just um…missed you.” he repeats. the pause in between his words lets you know there’s something more that he isn’t mentioning, and you’re determined to find out what it is.

“there’s something you’re not saying.” you frown at him and rather than responding, he moves up your body so that your faces are leveled. he looks you in the eyes before running a gentle hand through your hair and kissing you. his lips are soft, timid, just as they always are. but there’s something new behind this kiss, a sort of fervor that you’ve never quite experienced from kageyama. it throws you off, making you hot as you grow flustered. part of you wants to pull away and ask what’s going on, but the other part of you has always wanted kageyama to take the initiative like this, so you opt not to break the kiss. the kiss deepens to a point where you know there’s only one thing it can lead to, and when kageyama’s lips trail strenuously down to your neck, you pull away breathlessly with a raised eyebrow.

“tobio, what is up with you?” you ask softly.

“i told you, i missed you.”

“you’ve never missed me this much after just going to volleyball practice though.” you frown.

“no like, i reallymissed you. certain parts of you. i couldn’t stop thinking about you, especially after yesterday.” he confesses and it finally clicks. he missed feeling you. you giggle a little at your realization causing kageyama to frown at you.

“why are you laughing?” he huffs, the furrow in his brows deepening.

“all you had to say is you’re feeling needy baby.” you smile, ruffling his hair playfully.

“i’m not.” he states, averting his eyes from yours and you let out another laugh.

“yes you are. you just said you couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday? there’s one specific, not so pg, thing that happened yesterday and i’m sure that’s exactly what you were thinking of.”

kageyama goes red, and that lets you know that your assumption is correct which causes a wide smirk to form across your face.

“you want me to do it again?” you ask, seduction seeping through your words. kageyama just nods, clearly too flustered to even speak. you feel a little giddy at the thought of kageyama wanting you all day, and even now as he lays in front of you unable to conceal his desperate expression. whether he wants to admit it or not, the obvious cannot be denied. 

you slip away from kageyama, moving yourself off of the couch an onto the floor. you sit on your knees while watching kageyama reposition himself so that he’s sitting upright on the couch with you square between his legs. he looks down at you, anticipation rapidly filling his gaze as flashbacks of yesterday’s events cloud his mind. pretty images of you with his cock stuffed down your throat swarm his head and you notice movement in his lower region. his volleyball shorts have a painfully noticeable tent and you can’t help but smile to yourself at the fact that your boyfriend is already hard just from thinking about you.

“you really did miss me huh?” you tease.

“always missing you, and your pretty little mouth.”

ushijima

- it comes as no surprise that ushijima isn’t usually needy given his personality

- he loves you

- and loves your attention, your affection, your intimacy

- but it’s not something he really needs or craves 24/7

- he’s decently affectionate though

- just not ever enough to come off as needy

- always gives just enough to let you know that he loves you

- but never much more than that

- so when one day he’s a bit more touchy and lovey than usual

- more vocal than usual

- you borderline short circuit

- because what??

- where is the real ushijima and what have you done with him??

- cue extremely flustered reader

it’s a sunday morning. the sun has barely just risen from its grave of hills and you’re sound asleep with no intention of waking up anytime soon. though ushijima has other ideas in mind. he had gone to sleep a lot earlier than usual the night before due to his circadian rhythm being extremely thrown off balance. with all the traveling he does, and his late night practices and games, his sleep schedule never truly has time to adapt to any sort of pattern. so some days he’s out like a light a nine pm and others he’s wide awake until four in the morning. it’s quite an irritating series of events, but sometimes he’s grateful for it because of mornings like these. mornings where he wakes up with the sun, you still sound asleep beside him looking peaceful as the sunlight illuminates you. it’s moments like these that make ushijima realize how in love with you he truly is.

normally he wouldn’t wake you up when he wakes up before you. he would just let you sleep while he goes to the living room to watch tv, or do some laundry, work out. but today he has this urge, this funny feeling in his stomach that’s pushing him to wake you up. he just wants to talk to you. and hold you. and kiss you. normally he could wait for those things, but he feels almost as though he needs to, now.

he moves a bit closer to your sleeping form, looking you over before placing a gentle kiss to your shoulder that’s exposed from your pajama top. he trails more kisses down your forearm before making his way back up, moving his mouth a bit higher. his lips meet the skin of your neck softly as he leaves an unnecessary amount of kisses there, waking you up as you begin to notice the sensation. it takes you a few seconds to fully come to consciousness while you open your eyes, wiping any sleep that you have out of them before they focus on ushijima.

“mm, what time is it?” you groan sleepily. ushijima glances at the clock on the nightstand behind him.

“just turned six.” he answers and to that you roll your eyes.

“why are you waking me up at six in the morning toshi? i love you but i need my sleep.” you say, letting your eyes fall closed again.

“just felt the urge to.” he says softly, feeling a little guilty about waking you up. you open one eye to look at him, slightly confused by his statement.

“why?” you question.

“i don’t know. i just wanted to kiss you i think. i still do.” he admits, leaving you no time to respond before he does just what he said he wanted to. your brain physically stops working and you forget what kissing even is for a moment because you’re so in shock. not only had ushijima woken you up, something that he never does because he respects your sleep schedule and doesn’t want yours messed up like his. but he woke you up, to kiss you? you must still be dreaming right? 

his lips feel alluring against yours. his large hand has found its way to the back of your head, his other arm snaking it’s way around your waist to pull you closer. this makes the kiss feel different. more passionate, more needy. needy. that word sticks in your mind while ushijima kisses you in a way that he rarely ever does, and you suddenly have the answer to the question you were mentally asking yourself. you unintentionally smile into the kiss, causing it to fizzle to its end. ushijima pulls away and looks at you, a pink blush spread over his cheeks.

“toshi?”

“hm?”

“is this urge you mention, just your way of saying that you’re needy?” you ask, trying to hide the smile that wants to spread across your face so badly.

he takes a moment to think about it before locking eyes with you.

“yeah i guess, maybe you have a point.” he shrugs, not too fazed by the realization.

“normally i would be pissed over you waking me up at six in the morning, but since you’re never needy like this, i’ll let it slide.” you giggle and ushijima shies away from your gaze a bit, looking down at the pillow beneath him. 

“is this how you feel? like when you’re begging me to touch you? because now i understand.” he admits, letting his eyes fall back on yours. you giggle again, his question was genuine but you found the blunt nature of it humorously adorable. 

“yes exactly. is this your way of asking me to touch you toshi?” you ask with a raised eyebrow. 

“that was my goal when i kissed you, but then you stopped.” he states. 

“oh really? my apologies then.” you sit up from your spot in bed and lift yourself over ushijima so that you’re straddling his waist and notice a prominent bulge poking against the thin fabric of your pajama bottoms. you’re about to tease him for it but he speaks up before you can. 

“i want you to ride me.” he says shortly, but there’s a twinge of desperation laced in his words, almost as if a ‘please’ were meant to be placed at the end, that makes your core pulse.

you don’t respond verbally, but you do in fact respond with actions.  

sakusa

- it’s not that sakusa has never been needy for you

- his germaphobia just gets in the way of allowing him to show it

- there’s been plenty of times where he’s wanted to be more affectionate towards you

- or where he’s noticed you want him to be more intimate

- but sometimes it’s really difficult to push past the idea of spreading germs 

- though as his feelings grow stronger for you he tends to forget about germs quite often

- an ‘idc about germs, i just want you’ type beat

- the first time this happens you are so completely confused though

- especially given the circumstances

- you almost can’t even enjoy your boyfriend’s newfound affection at first because you’re so concerned 

- then you realize what’s up and you’re like

- sakusa forgetting about germs because he wants you so bad?

- so cute

you were out of town for two weeks with some friends on a trip you had planned forever ago. the trip was planned long before you or any of your friends had gotten significant others, but you guys figured you’d keep the plan the same as it was initially intended. meaning that sakusa didn’t get to come along with you. he was fine with this at first, agreeing that it’s healthy for couples to have some time away from each other to hang out with friends. but after the first four days he was already over it and wanted you back home. the remainder of your trip was fun for you, but not such a great time for sakusa. he never knew he could physically miss a person that much until now, so the day you told him you were on your way back may as well have been christmas for him with how excited he was. 

you arrive at your apartment, duffle bag in hand and the moment you open the door, you’re startled by the presence of your boyfriend not so patiently awaiting you. you set your bag down and flash him a bright smile as he moves closer to you. 

“you’re finally back.” he says pulling you into a warm hug. his hold on you is firm and protective, and you know he’s telling you he missed you even if he’s not actually saying it. 

“it was only two weeks silly.” you chuckle into his chest.

“two weeks too long.” he mumbles into the kiss he’s placing on the top of your head. you’re taking a moment to appreciate this nice moment before realization suddenly hits. 

“wait! kiyoomi, you’re hugging me?” you point out, disconnecting yourself from him.

“yeah? so?” he asks, confused by your confusion only making you even more confused because, what?

“you’re not grossed out? you don’t even know if i’m clean. i was just on a plane.” you frown. sakusa has never heard so much concern come from you at one time and now he understands your questioning. 

“don’t bring it up, i wasn’t even thinking about that.” he cringes a bit now that it’s been brought to his attention. he grabs your wrists and brings you closer so that you’re inches away from touching. 

“i was only thinking about you. i missed you more than i thought i would. missed holding you.” he confesses before pulling you into a hug again and your heart literally dissolves. never would you ever have imagined this to happen with sakusa, but you’re not complaining. not in the slightest. you wrap your arms around his torso and look up at him, your chin gently pressing into his chest as you do so. 

“so this doesn’t bother you?” you ask, still worried about him nonetheless. 

“oh it does. a lot. but the germs are worth it for you.” he says, granting you a sweet smile. he takes your chin between his thumb an pointer finger before planting a tender kiss to your lips. you soak in the cute gesture, kissing him back a bit more roughly in an attempt to milk this moment for all that you can get, highly aware that this isn’t something that is gonna happen very often, if ever again. but sakusa pulls away a bit, though still holding you close to him.

“maybe we can continue this in the shower?” he suggests. 

to any other person, their boyfriend saying these words to them would be an immediate inclination that they’re in the mood for something more risqué. but with sakusa you know that, even though he is a lot more touchy today, he’s suggesting it because he’s beginning to feel uncomfortable and you completely understand. 

“i’m down for that.” you smile and let sakusa lead the way to your guys’ bathroom. 

what you were expecting to be an innocent shower to cleanse you of your germs, ended up being a shower in which you had to clean off an entirely separate mess instead.